Lyrics Of The Week: March 7th-14th

This week's most popular lyrics where from Fabulous'"Success Is Revenge". He teamed up with Complex to release this diss track as part of a remix contest they recently ran. Participants submitted stories of struggle, and a Saeed B from Philadelphia was awarded the track to add his own verse to. It won't be appearing on Fab's upcoming Loso's Way 2 album.

There are a few dope lines here, but is this the best example of Loso's writing ability?

Let us know what you think.

[Verse 1]People try to hold you down - all I know is breakin’ freePlayed no part in makin’ me, I won’t play part in breakin’ meMy story is way too real, none of this is make believeThere’s always some people who gon’ doubt, they gotta make believeMy teacher was one of them, she couldn’t see me reachin’ mineHow is you gon’ teach the blind… if the teacher’s blind?I had some trouble readin’ through the lines beforeBut that just made succeeding even kind of dope Now I’m even readin’ people’s minds, you knowBet them haters thinkin’ that my ship would still be sinkin’But what’s funny ain’t that money got me floatin’ on a tighter shipIt’s that I couldn’t read lines, now I’m writin’ scriptsY’all was actin’ funny – hope y’all doin’ comedyNo one knows who I’mma be, could be where Obama bePresident or something, if you’ve ever been through somethingOh, it might’ve slowed you down, but don’t let it hold you down, yeah…

Tyler's verse aside, Earl Sweatshirt casually murders this beat with dense, multisyllabic rhyme schemes. We guarantee reading the words out of context will make some of your heads spin. His peers have always referred to him as the best rapper in the OFWGKTA crew, and he's been gradually putting out quality music since his mysterious hiatus in Samoa ended a year ago. Thoughts?

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]Yeah, the Misadventures of a shit talkerPissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth lagerKnown to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alterHat never backwards like the print off of jipped mangaGet it? Like a blue pill, make ya stick longerOr a swift fist off your chin from his wrist launcherChick, chronic thrift shopper, thick like the Knicks rosterStormed off and came straight back like pigs posturePen? Naw, probably written with some used syringesFrom out the rubbish bin at your local loony clinicWatching movies in a room full of goons he rentedOn the hunt for clues, more food, and some floozy womenBruising gimmicks with the broom he usually use for QuidditchGooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scentedToo pretentious, do pretend like he could lose to spittingSteaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of euphemismsStupid, thought it up, jot it quickThought out, toss it right back like a vodka fifthSpot him on a rocket swapping dollars in for pocket lintThen lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka shit

Dizzy's elevated mindstate shines on this laid back, socially conscious record - it's cool and calculated encouragement for those caught up in the struggle. Although Joey Badass' verse is dope, Wright's the one who shines on this track.

[Verse 1]Aye, yo – call me a hard workin’ niggaI shouldn’t use “nigga” ‘cause that’s what was used against usBut I still I abuse it and use it, look how they did usA lot of shit’s changed, but some things installed in usWe can’t figure out – the Willie Lynch gave them the in-and-outsWill ‘em out, look who doin’ all the fuckin’ killin’ nowWe got that after slavery, nothin’ you can say to meAttitude, with Malcolm X speakin’ and teachin’ braveryViolence is only needed when you feel defeatedAnd parents pay attention, it ain’t cool to raise a demonThat’s on lockdown, got out, now he actin’ hostile You threw away your opportunities, nigga that’s a cop outNot now, we can argue later – all in favorRaise your hands if you deserve another chanceFan of a fan, we sharin’ the same thingsWe see the bumps in the road, we smoke and we maintain

"Not a song but a life. Be respectful. Please keep negative comments to yourself."

Lupe dedicated this extremely potent track to Jonylah Watkins, a 6-month-old girl from Chicago who was killed last November by bullets shot at her father while he was changing her. He builds a potential life for her in each verse, imaging what it might've been like. Whether you dig Lupe or not, you can't really criticize a track like this.

How bout them bullets ain't slow you up

You really didn't die and we watched you grow up

At twelve months you took ya first steps

Awkwardly across the kitchen floor to your best

Your first breaths that we can call words

In ya fathers lap on November 23rd

They were "live for me" and he did for you

Flipped to neutron and stayed inside the crib for you

And this commitment from ya father imparted a deep senese of value you forever harbor

Gucci Mane dropped a ballad this week. Probably inspired by fellow Atlanta hook-man Future, he used auto-tune and sings throughout the track. We're not sure if he's ever put out anything this sentimental before. It's not included on his Trap Back 2mixtape (which wil be dropping any time now).

What're your thoughts on Guwop's softer side?

Baby, I’mma go all the way just to please youPlease don’t leave me now, girl, ‘cause I need youI’ll cut these hoes off right now, I really need toAnd I don’t even know why, girl, but I believe in youYou’ve been stuck on my line since you laid eyes on meAnd I don’t like your hatin’-ass friend ‘cause she liedAnd I just touched down, I made my girl so proudI know her inside out, I know her outside downAnd plus that girl stay down through all my ups and downs

Yelawolf's new Trunk Muzik Returns mixtape just dropped, and this early glimpse is a standout. In a single verse, he paints a vivid and completely honest image of his upbringing and youth. A$AP Rocky and newcomer Big Henry's verses are more traditionally "gangster", but the track as a whole is solid. Thoughts?

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]There must’ve been something about my careless upbringingThat got me into so much trouble at school and shitCould’ve been the drugs at home, maybe I was just a foolish kidI soaked up everything I could from the people that stayed at my houseBiker gangs, lookin’ up to people I didn’t know crashed on my couchReally didn’t know at the time, that I didn’t have a normal lifeAnd when I took that attitude to a new neighborhood I had to learn how to fightAnd respect from the kids like me was immediately a minorityI guess it must’ve been that “I don’t give a fuck about y’all” shit that sorted meOut from the rest of the halves, and the have-nots took me in as kinOutcast, poor white trashAnd that’s where I learned to make my friendsBut I’ve always been a weirdo to my homie ‘Cause I wanted to go be an entertainerHe was sellin’ rock out his windowI was the rapper, and my best friend was a...

[Verse 10: Method Man]Ride with me, although the driver's tipsyAvoid them officers calling 50s to get meThey call me talk of the city, never talk the jiggy, manI'd rather talk to Whitney, condolences to Bobbi KrissyBalling I'm forreal, I got NBA skillMake you feel a little scrappy with the Stevie J grillAnd y'all ain't gotta ask me if it's Homicide Hill, nahDon't even ask me - this is Homicide Hill

[Verse 11: Redman]I'm from the era of Biggie Smalls, TLC's "Waterfalls"Buying dimebags by the mini-mallI got your whole city logged onlineDisrespect mine, I be throwing ones like a titty barYou fucking with a grown man, boyI plug two like Trugoy, send that memo on your AndroidFor 10G, you can talk to the bossMy experience, I'm like Jordan on the court, nigga

Ace Hood tears through unforgiving verses on this track, backed by a chilling Cardiak instrumental with a choir on the hook. He's pretty much begging God to forgive he and his crew's violent ways.

Sends a chill up the spine.

[Verse 1]So I guess we finally meet againShould I kill ‘em? Well, that all dependsDue to success I started losing friendsNigga sleepin’, only reason he don’t follow trendsNever was a gimmick, the realest in it, come bear witnessAnd I see them rappers is actors, boy, they so Robin GivensI kept it humble, my stomach grumble, my Rollie tickin’They did me dirty, I may forgive ‘em, but won’t forget itAnd not to mention, they wasn’t worthy of what I’m spittin’It’s God’s will, and them haters just pray they could prevent itI’m so addicted to gettin’ it, I need interventionThe hottest spittin’, your favorite rapper scared to admit itHave mercy, let me bow my headI count a million up, that’s deadly breadAin’t no more humble in me, shit is deadTell them pussy niggas I ain’t never scaredPoor niggas hate to see a nigga winSay you comin’ for me? Pussy nigga, when?I been coldhearted since I lost a twinI swear I love it when they hate, I made a hit againI did this before my niggas, then Use your bitch whenever like a membershipNever bothered over Twitter beefWe’ll probably never meet up where the money beMe and Kicko on the woodgrain, yeah, the money seatsFive grand just to see him hit a threeBalenciagas on a nigga feet Death to the competition, may they rest in peace

Chief Keef has stated on record that his lyrics are bullshit, so it's pretty clear he doesn't exactly consider himself a poet. His hazy, slurred delivery almost makes his voice like another instrument - the words are secondary. He's backed by solid production that meshes with his flow in a way that works, but there's no depth here, and the subject matter hardly every changes.

But that's not why we listen to Keef, is it?

I be ridin' 'Rarris, RoversI got lots of guap, you know itAnd we ain't with the talk, we blowin'I got guap, just watch me throw itThey say I'm handsome cause my bands upAnd I dont hold no hoe for ransom

Sean Kingston dropped a new single this week with the same title as one of Michael Jackson's biggest hits. Chris Brown and Wiz Khalifa are featured on the track. How're we feeling about Kingston's return? Is Wiz out of his element? We'll leave further commentary up to all of you.

Stay tuned for next Friday’s Lyrics of the Week, folks. Thanks for joining the discussion.

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